Mushroom Cult

Kaleidoscope of love,
ophidian's dance as the shifting occurs,
we are stars and electric animals,
imagined by the mothers of prostitutes

floating in a mushroom... universe
swimming in a sea of... sightless gnomes,
and as we surface into the tide,
you open up, and I come inside

hey! hey! hey! hey!
Why must we we limbo?
'cause purgatory's always felt just like home!

and as the world spins round and round
we fornicate upon the cotton clouds
that rain... down... sulfur smiles
while the children play in the poppy fields

sinking for what seems like... forever
like Atlantis into the sea...
to forget the shore and wash away,
wash away my memory

hey! hey! hey! hey!
Why must we limbo?
'cause purgatory's always felt just like home

Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha!
Ha-ha! Ha-ha! Ha-ha!

Inside the moon
lives the high priest of the mushroom cult,
upon the altar
are the ashes of the pharisees,
I've sold my soul, sold my soul,
sold my soul away
I'm free of guilt, free of sin,
free of everything

la-la la-la-la-la-la
la-la la-la-la-la-la

la-la la-la-la-la-la
la-la la-la-la-la-la

Inside the moon
lives the high priest of the mushroom cult,
upon the altar
are the ashes of the pharisees,
I've sold my soul, sold my soul,
sold my soul away
I'm free of guilt, free of sin,
free of everything